wounded soul
in days to come turns times was
I stroked myself
nettle on tender skin
choosing sensitive flesh
hoping to feel
to feel someone alive
needle punctured surface reaching
under to touchprick
soft firm inner organs
raising exquisite agony
trying to feel
to feel anything at all
numbness unbreached ecstasies
absent barely touched
by pain utterly alone
answering total silence
searching for any sign
any sign of connection
that was now forever then
in time shells can fall
carapace dissolve
communion can become
but evermore scars remain
scars remain on wounded soul
3rd October 2019 – #5DaysofEros 3 day four, the erotics of pain